I FARTED IN THE BATHTUB

Ya for 4's!! Really? The Jury is still out on that one. At the moment I'm thinking more on the lines of "ferocious 4's" but I still have 360 days to decide. Between both kids fighting up a storm, I mean FIGHTING! Not yelling, not whining but getting physical, "she hit me", "he hit me", "she started it", blah blah blah...Both kids ended up in time out, Morgan in her room, Logan in the living room, and me? HA, I basically hid in the closet.. alright no I didn't, I just curled up in a ball and rocked back and forth. OK, I didn't do that either, but if you were in my house today you would not have blamed me if I did.
Now its 730 at night, YA its almost bedtime, Morgan had a bath, and complained that there were too many bubbles. Who is this child? There are never too many bubbles! Joe and I were sitting here enjoying a nice conversation while Logan played in the bathtub. Then BOOM we're interrupted by Logan yelling, "I FARTED IN THE BATHTUB"

Havin a ball!

So my blogging usually seems to be all about Logan, only because he gives me the most grief.. I mean Joy, I mean Stuff to talk about.... So its only fair to get my little Miss Morgan in on the fun. Oh she does keep me on my toes, but she is also very easy going, and caring. She is the most sensitive, caring child I know, I love the fact that she is so empathetic to everyone. She makes me so proud that she wants to help everyone, and I love that we show her how wonderful caring and helping others really is.
Now for the fun part... So Friday evening the kids were in the back yard playing in the trampoline, Joe just finished putting up the new net. THANK GOD, because this could have been bad, I just bought both kids new balls, they were having a "ball" jumping and watching the balls bounce around... Joe and I were sitting in the house watching the kids through the window, Logan was throwing the ball around and it ACCIDENTALLY hit Morgan in the face, it was a soft ball, but it really pissed her off, all off a sudden she chucked a fast ball right at his forehead. Logan went down, and I'm sorry to say We were cracking up... Does that make us bad parents? ok there was no blood, and no tears so I stand by our laughter!

Goodbye Terrible 3's, Hello Fantastic 4's

Logan Andrew turned 4 this past Monday the 22ND of March. I was in my bathroom blow drying my hair. My plan was to go to his room with both camera's in hand, to wake him up and have his first morning as a 4 year old on tape. Well he woke up before I had the chance, and came into my bathroom with his sleepy eyes and said "Mommy, am I 4 now"?
Before he went to bed the night before I told him I needed to get a good look at him because he was going to look so different in the morning, He asked me if he was going to be a lot taller. " of course" I told him, and you might even have a beard!" So the morning of his birthday he casually felt around his chin to see if I was right. Aside from not having any facial hair at the ripe old age of 4, he's pretty happy about getting older, and almost being a "man", So I found a new weapon to use against him when he is being anything less then pleasant.. When he starts acting up, all I have to say is "If you dont' start behaving yourself, I'm not going to let you be 4 anymore, You will have to stay 3. After a few minutes pass he asks, "can I please be 4 now, I want to be 4 for 1000 days.... ooh if he only knew how old he'll be in 1000 days!

Mommy has left the building

TGIF right? Well not really all the days seem to run together, I guess I would be more grateful and excited if my kids actually slept in on the weekends. Why is it that it is so flipping hard to get them out of bed Monday through Friday, but come Saturday they are up at the butt crack of dawn? I have not slept much all week, Joe has been on some snoring rampage, even though I gently push him or kick him or just plain yell "ROLL OVER" it never works, If he's not snoring its Logan with a bad dream, Or Morgan needing water, oh and who could forget the damn cat yowling in the middle of the night. So I guess you could say I'm a bit grouchy.
I've since locked myself in the office, while the kids play the Wii and argue every 23 seconds and Joe saying at least half a dozen times, "if you don’t' stop arguing I'm turning it off." So I think I'll just hide out in here till bedtime.
Today was my day to "Spring Clean” I think my logic was "if I do it today, I won’t' have to do it tomorrow." So I cleaned all of the floors, all of the bathrooms, and even mowed the back yard, and I have to say, that was my FIRST TIME EVER! Ahh I feel so accomplished. Okay not really just pretty damn sore right now. And since this morning when I cleaned the house from top to bottom, yep you can't even tell now. AHHHHHHH WHY DO I BOTHER?
So I came into the office/guest room only to find the bed a total mess, and toys all over the floor. And I think I turned into my mother (sorry mom) as I yelled, " If your not in here in 30 seconds all these toys are going into the trash! Logan just called for me, I tried so hard to hide as long as I could, Yelling back, "Mommy has left the building," It didn't work.

Mom, is he called a "DUMB ASS

So Were driving down the 15 fwy, my blinker has been on FOREVER, and of course NO ONE is letting me over. I HATE THIS. seriously, there are a MILLION drivers and GOD FOR BIDE someone actually lets me over. SO I did what Joe does and just went! hey he's gotta slow down or hit me right? and if he hits me its HIS fault. So I make my way over to the right lane to exit, and I look in my rear view mirror, its a man in a truck ON HIS PHONE and HE gives ME the finger.. ya nice, me in a minivan with 2 kids and HE is gonna give me the finger? and yes I really wanted to give it right back to him, as I'm sure you all would, but I did contain myself and just blew him a BIG KISS. HA, I thought, who's the bigger person now!!
Then it happened, Logan Say's to me.. "mommy, is he called a DUMB ASS?" So yes I will admit, I have slipped, on more then one occasion. And all those times I get so frustrated for the kids not listening to me... Well guess what?!! THEY DO

I am the parent of THAT kid

So you know that kid you see in the stores that is always in trouble, or just misbehaving and you think to yourself.. sheesh I would never let my kid get away with that? well "I AM THE PARENT OF THAT KID" No I am not bragging, quit the opposite actually, These past 2 days have been the worst. Seriously I have not had days like this since Joe was overseas and Logan was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
SO yesterday at Walgreen's My child is walking by as I hold his hand trying to knock things off the shelves, as I pull him away, scolding him he yells OWE YOUR HURTING ME" and of course I get the looks from other people wondering if I'm really abusing him. Then we head over to Bed Bath and Beyond.. ok I know what you are thinking.... WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA" And the answer is I DON'T KNOW!
The actual shopping trip was fine, it was when I was putting the bags in the car that I noticed an item I did not pick, or buy... so what my child is thief now?
Well I did what I thought was right, I took my boy by the hand , and marched him back into the store, had him hand the lady the item and tell her he took it with out paying. Ok WHY did these people think that was so cute? Seriously THANK ME for teaching my child RIGHT from wrong, and taking responsibility for what he did... DON'T TELL HIM HOW CUTE HE IS..
As for today.. not too terrible, he went to school, played with his little girlfriend, had a good day... until now. Little Mr. Logan Andrew thought it was a good idea to let the dogs out. all but sweet Ellie. Fudge stayed in the yard, Daisy took off down the street and around the corner, Logan following. So here I am CHASING this 7 lb Chihuahua all over Hell and back, then back up to the main street.. oh and did I mention I was in FREAKING HEALS? thank goodness for the boy across the street and Morgan for grabbing her. So I take Logan by the arm and March his butt back home as he Yells OUCH YOUR HURTING ME.. he is soooo lucky I just put him in his room, where he has been for an hour, I even took his favorite toys away.. SO as for my title "AT LEAST I CAN LAUGH ABOUT IT" I am sooo not laughing right now. But I am sure some of you are!!

I KISSED A GIRL

Logan came home from school ther other day and was so happy because the little girl he has been talking about FINALLY TALKED TO HIM. He got into the car and said "mommy SHE TALKED TO ME" At Circle time Logan said he smiled at her and she smiled back, then she told him she liked his shoes. His new Super Hero shoes that light up when he walks" I asked him what she said to him and he said " she said she Loves me," "SHE DID" I said... "yep" "well what did you say back.. I said I love her back." Wow buddy that is so nice," What does she look like?" Here I am thinking my little almost 4 year old is going to say she has yellow hair, or something to that affect, but NO.. My little charmer say's "SHE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL>'
So today like every Wednesday I go pick Logan up from school, were walking to the car and as usual I say "how was your day" Logan says to me " She talked to me again, and she Kissed me," "she KISSED YOU, Oh My Gosh, where did she kiss you?" "right here" he says putting his finger on his lips." Ok see now here is the part that I'm not sure I believe, I have a hard time believing that these 3 year olds managed this, because whenever I ask Logan if this little girl played with him he says "NO" she plays with her other friends. So is this proof that Men start Embellishing the truth at such an early age, you know "locker room talk?" Just askin...

Routines... GOOD OR BAD. YOU BE THE JUDGE

Ok so every night is the same thing.. EXACTLY the same thing.. times may vary but everything else is clockwork..
When Morgan was a baby we did things totally differently because she was our first baby, and at the time it made things easier.. Instead of putting her to bed in her crib we used to let her fall asleep on the couch and carry her to bed, then of course she'd wake up in the middle of the night and end up in our bed. When I was pregnant with Logan we knew things had to change, otherwise I would go insane. So before Logan came, we managed to "train" Morgan to fall asleep in her own bed. However she was still NOT a good sleeper. By the time Logan came around we were a bit smarter an had him go to bed while awake. So to this day he'll tell me he is ready for bed and go with no problem... I wish I could say the same for Morgan. We still have the same ritual: snuggle on the couch, walk to her room, Daddy says goodnight first, Mommy tucks her in, kiss and hug goodnight, make sure her door is ALL The way open. Then it NEVER fails, as soon as I sit on the couch I hear, "MOMMY!" "what", I say... lets see, its either, her finger hurts, her lip hurts, her door isn't open all the way touching the wall, the TVs too loud, or daddy is talking too loud".. OMG seriously can we have ONE night where we don't go thru this? my guess is NO. So tonight, was the same thing, My day was LESS then easy, well at least the afternoon.. Logan was Pill and went to bed early, he was a mess because I would not let him play with his leapster at bedtime (we had a lesson on Consequences). He learned that if you misbehave and make mommy need a xanex, the consequence is No leapster at bedtime.. we'll try again tomorrow. So Logan is sound asleep and Morgan, of course, goes to bed after we snuggle on the couch.. daddy is putting batteries in her leapster and I have a few things to do, so the routine HAD to change.. Mommy had to say goodnight FIRST. daddy had to go SECOND. Yea well that did NOT go over well... So here is my advice to you all.. STOP THE ROUTINE INSANITY BEFORE ITS TOO LATE. and as usual we sit on the couch and hear "mommmmmy" I send Joe in, the problem was daddy is talking to loud"